Stepbrother Surrender: A Step Romance Novella by Zoe Blair

made myself up just a little bit as I
waited for Andrew.
     
     
               Though
I didn’t really feel much of anything for Andrew at that point, I figured I
could at least tolerate him long enough to watch a movie with him. I just hoped
he didn’t take the invitation as a cause to expect anything more, like he
usually did.
     
     
               I
hadn’t ever gone farther than a blowjob with Andrew, or any guy for that
matter, and I hoped that he would understand I wasn’t offering anything beyond
a movie that afternoon.
     
     
               He
was always a little pushy though, and so I sort of dreaded the moment when he’d
try to put the moves on; usually it was the cliché yawn that turning into his
arm over my shoulder.
     
     
               Still
though, I was willing to put myself through it for a couple of hours if Brandon
was going to see.
     
     
               He’d
mentioned that he was going to be gone most of the day signing papers at his
new office, but he would be back by the evening. I remembered this and made
sure to schedule my movie date with Andrew for the same time.
     
     
               I
was suddenly a little concerned that he wouldn’t show up though. After
all, he could just as easily hit a bar afterwards with his new co-workers, leaving
me alone at home with Andrew.
     
     
               My
thoughts didn’t have time to wander too far, as I heard the doorbell and I
quickly fiddled with my hair in the mirror one last time before rushing
downstairs.
     
     
               “Hey
babe,” Andrew said as I opened the door.  H leaned over to kiss me and I could
smell a beer or two on his breath already. I recoiled.
     
     
               It
was supposed to be refreshing to see Andrew after a week apart; I thought as
soon as I saw his cute smile I’d be smitten by him all over again.
     
     
               Instead,
I was only reminded of why we broke up in the first place as he pushed his way
into me.
     
     
               “Andrew,
come on,” I said politely as he looked at me incredulous.
     
     
               “I
thought we’d just watch a movie, as friends, ” I clarified.
     
     
               “I
thought you invited me over here because you finally wanted to… you know,” he
said, grinning slyly.
     
     
               “Because
I wanted to what ?” Now I was incredulous.
     
     
               “You
said watch a movie ; come on, everyone knows that’s code for fucking,” he
laughed.
     
     
               “I
mean, it’s way past time that you let me get inside that, anyway” he said,
trying to rub my clit over my jeans and my push became more intent.
     
     
               “You
just came here from Dave’s house didn’t you?” I asked him, annoyed.
     
     
               Dave
was Andrew’s friend and another great reason for why things between us had
fizzled.
     
     
               It
was bad enough that Dave’s philosophy on life was (as he’d had the nerve to
explain to Andrew right in front of me) to ‘ get as much pussy as you can,
bro. ’
     
     
               When
everyone else was on my side about our break-up, Dave was right there to take
Andrew’s side, applauding him and handing him a beer.
     
     
               Dave
was only a loser that was mooching off of Andrew’s popularity at school though;
it seemed obvious to everyone except the two of them.
     
     
               I
figured that Andrew would get the message and drop Dave eventually, but instead
he’d gotten into the habit of going to over to his house and playing video games
while downing a few beers.
     
     
               The
last thing I wanted was to confront a drunk Andrew and tell him that he
wasn’t getting laid.
     
     
               “Yeah,
so what if I came from his house?” He taunted